We cherish the day that never grew and the breath that never left,a thought that dosn't help,felt in the warrior womb,soar will go soon,do we ever fhink or wonder how the sun sink in to the ocean,
drink from possion of the costen of the hopless,lost in the focuse of thought,but I breath a heart that won't fail,the blind road is a kind soal if kept,never the less a friend to the blessed,
giv'n the thoughts we share, the days which never end, the road which leads to nowhere.
The path trod hand in hand, making a stand, moving in stilness, talkin, in da kinda silence - that finds us both, fils us both with blessin...
the blessing shining, Warm on face. Traces joy into the pulse of today.